As soon as Su Han finished speaking, Xue Zhenzong's face suddenly looked very ugly: "There are many problems?"

His mouth twitched, and his brows trembled slightly. Su Han said that his thirteen needles in the Ghost Sect had many problems?

What a joke!

"Do you understand the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect?" Xue Zhenzong immediately scolded, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, this will only make me look down on you even more!"

"Zhenzong! Shut up!"

Xue Yang immediately shouted, "Su Han helps you point out the problem. Are you still so rude? What do you want to do!"

His grandson is too arrogant and cannot accept any criticism. Since Su Han said that there is something wrong, it must be something wrong.

Even though the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect is the acupuncture method passed down by the Xue family, it was normal for so many years, especially the war era in the middle, and it was normal for some things to lose.

Even the missing eleventh shot was deduced by Su Han's help, Su Han has this level!

Xue Zhenzong wanted to say something else, but seeing that his grandfather's face was full of anger, he had to shut up, but the dissatisfaction and ridicule on his face could not be concealed at all.

"The thirteen needles of the ghost gate are Lao Xue and the others' ability. We old guys can see some of them, but we definitely don't see clearly as Lao Xue himself."

The head of one of the sects spoke, "Su Han, do you think Xue Zhenzong has many problems with the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect. Is it a problem with his technique, or is it the original problem with the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect?"

This is a different question, with completely different meanings.

Xue Yang also nodded. His grandson's formation was indeed good. In his opinion, it was already qualified, but it was still far from the realm recorded in the genealogy. Even if he was himself, he would not dare to say that he could reach that level.

"Yes, Su Han, don't keep it a secret. This Thirteenth Ghost Gate is very important to me, you know."

Xue Yang hurriedly smiled and spoke.

"This formation has been tested by many generations, so naturally there is no problem. It is already the most essential thing to be passed down."

Su Han smiled, and naturally did not dare to say that there was something wrong with the Thirteen Needle of the Xue family's Ghost Gate.

He glanced at Xue Zhenzong, and saw that Xue Zhenzong was still dissatisfied with his face, and said lightly, "It's just that there is something wrong with his method."

He had seen Xue Yang, the head of the Ghost Sect, personally used the Thirteen Needles. He saw it carefully at the beginning and was very impressed. At this moment, compared with Xue Zhenzong, it was obviously a lot worse at the level and there were many mistakes.

Upon hearing this, Xue Yang looked curious, and the other old guys were also staring at Su Han.

Only Xue Zhenzong was breathing rapidly. When he heard Su Han say that there were many problems with his technique, his face turned red.

He has always grown up under his halo since he was a child. He became an evil-attacking school and one of the top young experts in his early thirties.

How could a young boy like Su Han teach a lesson?

"Then you talk! I'll listen carefully!" Xue Zhenzong's face was full of dissatisfaction, and he didn't believe what Su Han said at all.

"First, the thirteen stitches of the Ghost Gate you used, the third stitch. I have seen Mr. Xue use it. If I remember correctly, this stitch should be three inches on the left side of Baihui point. It requires control of the force and suppress the sympathetic meridians under Baihui point. The force you use is probably the girl with even tender skin tissue, it will not be penetrated deep enough, right?"

Su Han looked at Xue Zhenzong and spoke directly, "Second, the fourth needle, the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate, the needle is one inch and five, and the needle is seven minutes long. This is the shallowest position, I'm afraid you haven't reached it."

"The Seventh Needle! As the saying goes, where is the disease? That is, where is the needle. The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is no exception. In addition to the first six basic needles, starting from the seventh Needle, it is a judgment on pathology. The needle you just stabbed is no problem with using it on women, but it is used on men... If I have no problem with my vision, this model should be a man, right?"

As soon as Su Han finished speaking, several old men hurriedly approached the model and took a serious look. It turned out that the man's model was needled!

Xue Zhenzong's face was already extremely ugly, with a red face, and a little ashamed. Su Han could easily find so many problems!

Before he could speak, Su Han continued, "Men rely on qi and women rely on blood. The genders are different, and the methods of acupuncture are naturally different. You should be very clear about this point, why do you make such a mistake?"

After hearing this, a few old guys nodded repeatedly, which was the most basic one.

"Xue Zhenzong may not have noticed that this model is a man." An old senior spoke.

Xue Zhenzong was even more blushing, and he didn't pay attention to this at all.

"Then skip this question, then the eleventh stitch. This is a time when I deduced it. Mr. Xue has taught you, but in my opinion, you still haven't gotten started."

He looked at Xue Zhenzong and said earnestly, "If you don't know, you have to ask Mr. Xue humbly. Don't pretend to understand. This is a big taboo in traditional Chinese medicine."

After Su Han finished speaking, he spread his hands and said, "That's all, I'm not interested in seeing the two needles in the last two."

The whole audience was silent!

Deadly silent!

Even Mr. Xue was stunned and carefully recalled the questions Su Han had just mentioned, but it was absolutely correct.

He saw a little, but felt that Xue Zhenzong was still young after all, and he could not master the acupuncture temperature so accurately, and it still took time to sharpen it.

But after Su Han said this, he felt ashamed.

This is the ancestral formation of his Xue family and the signboard of their attack on evil schools. But as far as Su Han knows, can he not be ashamed?

Xue Zhenzong was completely stupid, his whole face was almost numb and he couldn't even say a word.

Especially Su Han's last sentence, his eleventh slap was not yet mastered...

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect that he was most proud of was not as good as an outsider like Su Han, and he hadn't even gotten started yet...

Xue Zhenzong only felt his head roaring, blank, and blood rushing to his head, making his face redder and his heart even more ashamed.

What else can he say?

Su Han’s medical skills are much better than himself!

Maybe even better than my grandfather!

This...how is this possible!

He is so young, even if he is better than himself, he will not be better than his grandfather, right?

evildoer!

These two words suddenly appeared in Xue Zhenzong's mind, and his eyes looked at Su Han and became a little awe.

When he truly understood Su Han's ability, he even felt a little scared. How could a person's understanding of medical skills be so profound?

The expression on Su Han's face was still calm, as if he had done something irrelevant.

He bowed his hand and said to Xue Yang: "Old Xue, I am not devalued in the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect. I hope Mr. Xue won't be surprised."

Xue Yang shook his head quickly: "What did you say? I will feel it even deeper after hearing what you said!"

He sighed and said a little embarrassedly, "We old guys have always been proud of our own school's signature. They want to carry forward their advantages, but they don't pay much attention to how to improve those shortcomings, Su Han, you wake me up!"

Xue Yang turned to look at his grandson and laughed: "Now, are you convinced?"
Chapter completed!